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Alone, part of nothing, part of no one. Udan was not my home. I had no home, no people. I had no future, no destiny, any more than a bubble of foam or a whirlpool in a current has a destiny. It is and it isn’t. Nothing more.

in the terrifying way women have of passing without interval from one subject to another because they have them all present in their mind at once

Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it’s what we need most.

Story is our only boat for sailing on the river of time, but in the great rapids and the winding shallows, no boat is safe.

The mad reason much better than the sane.

He listened as he walked (…). He tried to look, to see with his eyes, to feel, to be in his own skin in this world, in this world, itself. Not his world, (…) but this world as it was

We make sense of the world intentionally. Faced with chaos, we seek or make the familiar, and build up the world with it. Babies do it, we all do it; we filter out most of what our senses report. We’re conscious only of what we need to be or want to be conscious of. (...) universe (...) we reconstruct it—frantically. Grabbing at things we recognize. And once one part of it is there, the rest gets built on that.

Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval

it’s very difficult, (…) to live without the notion that there is, somewhere, if one could just find it, a fact.
Only fiction (…) Fact is one of our finest fictions.

The ritual says: we have no right to do so; therefore, we accept the responsibility for the suffering we cause.